Foster-Mother


There is no mother who is more...
Deserving of our praise... Than she who
takes another's child ... To comfort and
to raise... Who has the blessing of the court
... To keep and call her own... The baby
someone selfishly ... Allowed to live alone
... Her name is foster-mother, but... It
should be angel-queen... For she is all
the nobleness... That motherhood can
mean... She is a bit of Heaven on...A cold
and cruel earth... Where all too often
human life...Is deemed of little worth...
Her child belongs to her not by... The
grace of nature's art...But by the choice
made freely from... The goodness of her
heart.


James J. Metcalfe


 

 

From the book Poem Portraits, page 59, by James J. Metcalfe

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